The clouds and the sky were an eerie gray that matched Amanda's dour mood. The smell of warm chicory coffee and beignets floated from the Cafe Du Monde across the street, while cars zoomed past a few feet away. Still smiling at the thought of a million ants biting Cliff's pasty, dough-boy body, Amanda glanced around at the tourists who were thronging the New Orleans landmark even on this drab November day. Which was exactly what had her sitting at Selena's tarot card and palm-reading table in Jackson Square on a cold Sunday afternoon, instead of lying in bed with the covers pulled over her head. Leave it to her big sister to make her laugh, no matter the tragedy. "I say we should stake him to an anthill and throw little pickles at him."Īmanda Devereaux laughed at Selena's suggestion. The one pure heart who can see past his dark side and bring him back into the light. He will never know rest or peace until he can find the one woman who will not betray him. Neither man nor beast, he is something else entirely.Ī restless, lonely spirit whose destiny is to save the very mortals who despise and fear him. Now he walks the shadowy realm between Life and the Underworld.
Until an act of brutal betrayal made him the Ruler of the Night. And at a time when the Roman Empire was invincible, he, alone, beat the Romans back with a hero's glee, and brought riches and glory to his name and homeland.įor a while, 'twas said he would be ruler of the known world. All things sensual and hot.Ī born warrior, he was respected and feared by all who knew of him. The few women who had claimed him for a night of ecstasy lorded it over those who could only dream of touching his exquisite body.įor he was passion. He loved pleasure, both the giving and the receiving. He was a man who lived for the moment, lived for his senses, and for the wild fulfillment of all his desires. They wanted him for their own, dreamed of possessing the proud warrior prince whose touch was said to be the closest a woman could ever come to paradise.īut he was not a man whose heart was easily tamed. With the strength of Ares, the body and face of Adonis, and the sensuous gifts of Aphrodite, he was sought by all women who saw him. The world was his oyster and he vowed to feed fully from it. Courageous and bold, he ruled the world around him, and knew nothing save the very passionate side of his nature.Īrdent, wild, and restless, he lived his life recklessly. Born to extreme wealth, Kyrian of Thrace wielded charm and charisma as powerfully as he wielded his sword.
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